Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.